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 Ivory Coast 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.