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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.