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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.