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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.