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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.