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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.