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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the techno 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.