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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.