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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.