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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Brick,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.