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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.