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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.