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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Pole,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.