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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Wings,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.