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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.