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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.