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 Sweden 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Skarface,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.