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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.