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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.