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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.