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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Wire,
The Busters,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.