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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Technova to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
AZ,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.