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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the punk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.