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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.