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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.