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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Symarip to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.