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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.