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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fuzztones to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.