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 Colombia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Fear,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
PIL,
Liliput,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.