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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.