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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.