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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.