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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.