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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vainqueur to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.