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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Slave,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Index,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.