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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Crime to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
cv313,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.