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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.