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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Shoche to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Cymande,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.