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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.