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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fear to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.