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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Whodini,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.