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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Index,
Wire,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.