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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Can,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.