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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.