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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 UT 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.