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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.