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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.