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 Grenada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.