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 Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.