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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Ludus 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.