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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.