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 Syria 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
the Association,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.