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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.