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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Technova to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Index,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.