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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.