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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Raincoats to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.