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 Latvia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.