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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.