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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.