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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Q65,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.