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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.