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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.