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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.