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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Max Romeo 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.