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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Brand Nubian 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?
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.