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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.