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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 sitar 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Index,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.