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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.