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 Serbia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.