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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Gong,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.