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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.