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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
DNA,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.