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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Babytalk to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.