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 Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Normal to the rock 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
X-102,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.