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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Moleskins to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Can,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Aswad,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.