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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Magma,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.