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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Wire,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.