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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.