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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Buckinghams to the rock 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Crime,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.