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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Technova,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.