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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Grey Daturas to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.