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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.