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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.