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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.