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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.