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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.