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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.