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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.