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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.