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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.