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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.