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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.