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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.