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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.