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 Cuba and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.