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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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?
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.