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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
The Busters,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.