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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
AZ,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.