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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
The Victims,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
June Days,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.