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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Can,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.