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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.