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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.