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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.