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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.