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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.