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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.