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 Togo and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.