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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.