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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.