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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
June Days,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.