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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Television,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.