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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.