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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.