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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.