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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.