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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Fear,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.