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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Television,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.