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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.