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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 The Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.