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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.