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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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.