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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.