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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.