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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
the Germs,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.