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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.