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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.