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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.