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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.