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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
The Names,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.