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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.