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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Cluster,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.