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 Suriname and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.