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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.