Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
MC5,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.