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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.