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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.