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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Liliput,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
the Association,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.