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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.