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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.