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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Smog,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
The Wake,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.