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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Swans,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.