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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.