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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Visage,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.