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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Smoke to the punk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.