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 Grenada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.