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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.