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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 MDC to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Q65,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.