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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.