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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
MDC,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.