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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.