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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.