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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.