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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.