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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.