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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Excepter to the disco 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.