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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.