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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.