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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Smoke to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.