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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.