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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.