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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.