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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Scion,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.