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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.