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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Angry Samoans 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.