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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.