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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 güiro 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.