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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Wings,
The Evens,
Yaz,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.