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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.