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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the grunge 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.