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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Vogues 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.