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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.