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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.