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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Pretty Things to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.