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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 The Cure to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.