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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.