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 Antigua 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.