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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.