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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.