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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 synthesizer 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.