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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.