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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 the Soft Cell to the rap 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.