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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Can,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.