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 Guyana and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe 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?
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.