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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.