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 Liechtenstein 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Hashim,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.