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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.