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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.