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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.