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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.