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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.