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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.