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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.