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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
10cc,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.