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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.