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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
The Names,
Slave,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.