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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.