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 United Kingdom 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
cv313,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.