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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Can,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Monolake,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.