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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside 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?
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Gong,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.