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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 Taipei and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Smog,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.