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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.