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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Fugs to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.