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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.