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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.