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 Gambia and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.