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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.