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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.