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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.