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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.