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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.