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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Remains,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
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.