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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.