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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.