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 Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.