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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.