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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
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.