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 Qatar 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Buckinghams to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
JFA,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.