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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.