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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.