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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.