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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.