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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Yaz to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.