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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.