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 Monaco and from New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the crunk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Monks,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.