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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Crime,
the Association,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.