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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Wire,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.