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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Wings,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.