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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.