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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.