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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
The Remains,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.