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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Evens to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.