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 Mauritania 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.