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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Can,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.