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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Television,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.