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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Infiniti to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.