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 Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.