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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Fear,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.