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 Switzerland 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.