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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Neu!,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.