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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.