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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.