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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
DNA,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.