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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.