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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.