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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.