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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.