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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
The Names,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.