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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
UT,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.