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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.