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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.