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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.