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 Niger 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.