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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Index,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.