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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.