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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.