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 Swaziland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.