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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Television,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.