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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.