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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.