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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.