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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.