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 Philippines 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
the Association,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.