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 Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.