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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.