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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.