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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Japan,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.