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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.