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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Television,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Josef K,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.