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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
The Gories,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.