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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.