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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.