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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.