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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.