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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Raincoats to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.