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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
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.