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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.