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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the electroclash 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.