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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.