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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.