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 Ukraine 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Faust,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.