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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 R.M.O. 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.