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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.