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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.