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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.