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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Visage,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.