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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Index,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
The Slits,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Q65,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.