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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.