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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the disco 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Television,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.