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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
10cc,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.