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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.