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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Smog,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.