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 Seychelles 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.