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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.