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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.