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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.