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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.