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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus 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.