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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.