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 Algeria 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.