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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.