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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.