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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.