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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.