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 Iraq and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.