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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.