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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.