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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Japan,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.