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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.