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 Libya and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.