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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.