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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.