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 Ethiopia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Gong,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.