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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Magma to the rock 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.