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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Scion,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.