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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.