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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.