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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
the Association,
Yazoo,
UT,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.