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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.