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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Japan,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.