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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.