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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.