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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Angels of Light to the disco 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Visage,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.