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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lyres to the techno 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Q65,
June Days,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.