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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 John Cale 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
MDC,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.