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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Ituana 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.