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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.