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 Fiji and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s 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 Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.