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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.