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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
The Index,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.