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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.