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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Count Five to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.