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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.