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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 China Crisis to the disco 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.