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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.