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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.