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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.