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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.