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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Cameo to the dance 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.