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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.