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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.