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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.