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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Television,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.