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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.