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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.