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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.