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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.