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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.