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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Magma,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.