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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
The Move,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
UT,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.