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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.