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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.