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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.