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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Oneida to the dance 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.