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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.