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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Tremeloes,
Monks,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.