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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the funk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.