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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
The Move,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.