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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.