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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Faust,
JFA,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.