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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal 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?
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.