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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.