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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.