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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Leaves to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
The Index,
ABC,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Scientists,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.