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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.