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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.