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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.