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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.