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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Technova,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.