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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.