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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
the Association,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.