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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.