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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Residents to the dance 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
UT,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.