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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.