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 Czech Republic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.