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 Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Television,
AZ,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.