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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.