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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.