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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.