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 Algeria and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.