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 Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Brick to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.