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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.