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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.