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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.