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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Techniques to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.