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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.