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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.