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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.