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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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?
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Nico,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.