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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.