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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.