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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.