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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.