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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
cv313,
The Move,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.