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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.