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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Monolake,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.