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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.