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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Hashim 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 grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.