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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.