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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
ABC,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.