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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 China Crisis to the disco 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.