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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.