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 United Kingdom 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.