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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the rap 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.