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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
June Days,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.