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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.