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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
UT,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.