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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
X-101,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.