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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.