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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
10cc,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.