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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.