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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.