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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
The Index,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.