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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.