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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
10cc,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.