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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.