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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.