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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.