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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.