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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.