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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.