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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
MDC,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.