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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Magma,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.