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 France and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Monks to the rap 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.