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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Television,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.