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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Franke,
Jandek,
Slave,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.