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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fall to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.