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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Mars,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
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.