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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.