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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Television,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.