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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 guitar 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 Pop Group to the rap 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.