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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.