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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Nas,
The Names,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.