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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.