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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.