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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Organ,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.