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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.