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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
John Cale,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.