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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.