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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.