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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.