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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.