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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.