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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.