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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Ronan,
UT,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Television,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.