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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 UT to the punk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.