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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.