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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gladiators to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.