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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Lakeside to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.