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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Crime,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.