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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Standells to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Magma,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.