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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
the Slits,
Nas,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.