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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.