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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minor Threat to the dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.