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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.