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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.