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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Mars,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.