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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.