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 Japan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.