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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.