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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 guitar 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.