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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.