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 Tuvalu 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.