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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.