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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.