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 Peru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.