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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.