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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.