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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.