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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.