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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.