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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.