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 Moldova 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Fear,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.