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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.