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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.