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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.