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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.