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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.