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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.