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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.