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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.