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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The Modern Lovers 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.