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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Magazine,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.