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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Ponytail to the crunk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.