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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Index,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.