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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Make Up,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.