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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.