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 Senegal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.