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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Sonics,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.