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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 MDC 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.