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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
10cc,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.