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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Technova to the crunk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.