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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Monolake to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.