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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.