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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.