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 South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.