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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
X-102,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.