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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.