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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Television,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.