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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
New Order,
Hoover,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.