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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
UT,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.