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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.