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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.