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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.