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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Move to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.