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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.