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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.