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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.