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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 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?
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.