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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.