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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.