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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
the Association,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.