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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.